April 13, 2010

Do my puns even make sense anymore? To explain; I got me some good
vintage-y loot on the weekend. Any Saturday morning gets me excited really (kind of my unofficial 'me time') for I usually make myself
scarce upstairs after breakfast with my latte in hand to
get some crafting done until lunchtime. But once in a blue
moon I like to trip out to town by myself and just do whatever. This
weekend
whatever was found at the second hand store. Check out my loot!

I went in with the intention to find as many colorful, vintage glass
vases as possible because, you know, if you get lots of vases your
garden will grow lots of flowers to put into them. Natural law of
abundance, baby. Then I found those pretty pyrex bowls up there in three
different sizes because, well, you can't have too many of those too.

A lazy Susan
for a lazy Kathy (whoops, think I used that one here before)! Edie admits this is her favorite of all the scores. I never could have guessed with her going on and on for half a day about all the different treats we could
cram in there. Kind of like the shrimp scene in Forest Gump. Funny how the others think she's so quiet - she's actually the chatty Kathy around here. So cute I could just spin her around the Lazy Susan, then dip her into
some hummus and then the goji berry compartment and eat her.

And, ooooo, la, la. I don't know if I'm getting over excited over nothing but I think these plates, still in their too cute to be real box set, are all the way from Paris.Or else they might just sell these at Walmart. Don't tell me if they do, please. Have I ever told you about our trip to Paris? Love Paris. Although at the time we were super cranky and whiney because everything went on strike the minute we landed there. But that's a whole other blog post. But, mon dieu! Love Saturday mornings. Je t'aime le matins de Samedi! Again, I apologize for any weak puns and butchering of romantic languages. Perhaps Catherine could help me out with the latter? Au reviour for now!

January 13, 2008

A long, long, long time ago, when we first moved out here (about two years ago), I was keeping my eye out for some vintage suitcases to help organize my fabrics, maybe get Edie a tickle type trunk for her princess outfits, and then I came across this baby at a backalley thrift shop. It was crammed full of vintage buttons that belonged to a button salesman in the forties and fifties. The buttons are even resting still in their sample cards. His widow donated the whole shebang to the store and at first I started foraging and pecking like a mad woman who's never seen a button before and then I thought, what the hell, I'll just buy the whole thing; case an all. You can never have too many buttons, right?

And then, you know what I did? I couldn't decide on the perfect day to reveal the suitcase full of vintage buttons from under its secret hiding spot under the sewing table. There didn't seem to be a day where Craig seemed like in a good enough mood to embrace the fact I spent that much money on clothing fasteners.

I had to fess up on the day of our move to our new place. He didn't seem that mad! The trick is to wait until there are about seven other people around helping to move your house full of belongings. The funny part is he was asking me when I was taking these pictures to sell them on my etsy shop why I would part with them. I thought I'd recoup some the cost from the purchase. Maybe at least the psychological trauma type cost from feeling a little shifty for hiding them for so long. Anyway, I posted a sample card on etsy and it sold in two hours! My first sale! Yay... I'll be throwing more of these love-ies in the days to follow in case you have a vintage button sickness.